OGIC: Two sonnets

On first looking into Chapman’s Homer
 
MUCH have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific–and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise–
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
—John Keats
Henry James at the Pacific
— Coronado Beach, California, March, 1905
In a hotel room by the sea, the Master
Sits brooding on the continent he has crossed.
Not that he foresees immediate disaster,
Only a sort of freshness being lost —
Or should he go on calling it Innocence?
The sad-faced monsters of the plains are gone;
Wall Street controls the wilderness. There’s an immense
Novel in all this waiting to be done.
But not, not — sadly enough — by him. His talents,
Such as they may be, want a different theme,
Rather more civilized than this, on balance.
For him now always the recurring dream
Is just the mild, dear light of Lamb House falling
Beautifully down the pages of his calling.
—Donald Justice
I stumbled on the second of these sonnets this weekend and thought right away of the first, another poem weaving together literary and geographical discovery. Keats’s poem has to have been Justice’s model, don’t you think?
Not in a simple way, Justice’s poem on James inverts the themes and emotional timbre of Keats’s on Homer. Keats’s heady discovery of new literary terrain becomes James’s elegiac sense of having outlived the world he was born to write about. In the penultimate lines, “wild” becomes “mild.” In each case the book invoked at the caesura around lines 7-8 is unreal in a different regard–for Keats it’s a real thing rendered abstract by being the object of such insistent metaphor-making, and in James’s case it’s an unrealizable vision. While Keats’s writing career gets a jump-start from his discovery of Homer in English translation, James’s vision of a novel he can’t write signals the passage of his career beyond its twilight. Read together, these accounts of the opening and closing of literary possibility are, I think, all the more moving.